I understand why people won’t openly make fun of America, but what I don’t get, is why they won’t make fun of country music …
People I work with will ask me
“Hey Justin, have you heard this new song by Bryan Bryant?”
Or Luke Ashley,
Or Wilford Picketts,
Or whatever relatable white trash names people are naming their children…
No… I haven’t.
And it hurts my ears.
And what these guys choose to write about…I think it explains where we’re at ,as a society.
I’ll make fun of my favorites too, nobody wants to hear Smashing Pumpkins sing long notes… but country music man,,, country music…
Suicide is an option.
And the bulk in mass…
Two people had sex, and they made a little critter…and that little critters loves THAT music..
Again, suicide is an option…
I’d rather listen to Techno Bloops and Bleeps. Rather listen to ambient..I’d rather listen to music that NOBODY likes…
And I’ve put a lifetime of thought into this,,being where I am, Loving Carolina but mocking the people…
“It’s the lack of subtlety”
It’s lyrics that are too “on the nose”
You’re assuming your listener is too dumb to figure out metaphor, too stupid to read between the lines…
And you’re right.
You just sit there, and let someone tell you about their truck, or their Pappy, or their first girlfriend by the pond..or mud bogging….
It hurts me..
It hurts.
Because it’s a blatant reminder of who else is walking around at there.
And I have little common ground with that man…
We’re not the same, not by and large…
We might like nature…
We might like fishin,,,,
But I’m not you and you’re not me…
Stop talking like we are…
It’s insulting.
You insult my ears and therefore,, my mind….
I’d never tell you not to make your “art”,
But i won’t act like the shit is cool either..
And now you’re majority.
And Pat recorded the Avett brothers first three records, and Scott is nice,,and Seth is a cocksucker..
And I never liked their music.
AT ALL.
It’s not envy.
It’s not “hater”.
It’s not judgement…
It’s the same thing as white rappers telling me about their moms…
“I don’t wanna hear it”
Get ,,,out,,,,of my ear drums.
I am King there, I am guard, I am doorman…
I CONTROL what comes in.
Because it’s a doorway into the spirit, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let you trash up the place…
Learn some subtlety,, learn some metaphor,,,
Stop writing like your listener didn’t graduate high school…
Stop getting presidents elected….
dawn 